You can run fast
After you and me, can
Oldest moment to newest footpath,
Burning horse is not always crazy.
The solitude light-post
Flies over the night;
Merchant sorrow,
Sleepless home,
Believe is to be not to be verdict;
Who never judges
Why someone has enough
To be enough;
Blind eye looks for sentencing
Not recess, finds Ks guilty
Of crying to wish;
No not, my lord it is pain and heavy troubles inside,
Inside is burning flare with strongly long and weight breath
This is my distress I'm bear for thousands year;
Objection my lord, the man is telling lie,
Objection sustained, it is your fault,
Killing our times by telling about pain;
Like murder;
Ks you are guilty
And will be sentence to death.
That is nice poetry to read. well done poet.go ahead
Objection my lord, the man is telling lie, Objection sustained, it is your fault..../// great expression.I love the verse much.It is good to recite
Objection my lord, the man is telling lie, Objection sustained, it is your fault, Killing our times by telling about pain; /// beautiful writing on the dramatic way of sustaining monologue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I had read. nice poem. always touches my heart.really unforgettable